Its Halloween!

The ghost in the attic

Wonders around to find that memory

That made him feel alive again

Gold between brown,

rust and red leaves

fell on to the ground

because they felt that they had no purpose left to serve

tonight is the night

when witches fly above the clouds and drop poison upon the death,

Cackling away while their loved ones lies perished and lost from reality

tonight is the night

when gnomes and trolls danced in their underground pits waiting for the night endeavor their souls

tonight is the night

when ghosts fly high and scream,

"It's halloween!"